The legend of the Silbón

The Silbón is a very popular legend in Venezuela more than anything in its plains.

The Venezuelan plains: beautiful and extensive savannas where the vegetation and fauna so varied, are of a unique beauty.

In these plains there are towns and here comes this legend born in the nineteenth century, being so old has many versions of which I will tell you some of the most popular.

THE LITTLE BOY.
In the plains lived a very common family of four people, in this family the youngest son was the child of the house, the spoiled child, despite having already a high age. On any given day, he says and imposes on his father that he wants grilled venison guts without being able to tell him that he does not prepare his hunting clothes, mud boots and rifle and goes hunting. It has been all day and the father does not arrive, even late at night. The young man begins to get impatient a few hours later. The worried mother asks the young man to go in search of his father, who takes his rifle and gets in his search, after 2 hours the young man finds his father and after seeing that he did not get what the young man wanted. I kill him, then open and remove his guts then pile his father's bones in a sack and put the guts in his father's hunting suitcase and then take them to his mother. At home, the young man hands the bag to his mother so that he can prepare the roast over time, the mother is still worried about her husband, and she shows a strange aspect in the barbecue and asks the son.
-I have these viscera where did you get them from? -
To which he responds with all the truth the terrified mother curses her own son pa 'toa' the 'vi'a the young man runs away from the house the mother calls her eldest son to look for him and make him pay for his sin the brother of the young man leaves with his dog Tureco and a bag of chili pepper because of finding his brother he beat him to the ground, and Lugo applied the chili pepper to him so that he could suffer and if that were not enough, he threw him to Tureco to that this will devour him. The young man now carries the bag of bones of his father or with Tureco biting his ankles accompanying him in his eternal suffering and is known as the SILBON.

And a warning: do not trust yourself because when you whistle and you listen nearby it's because it's far away but if you listen nearby, it runs as it is very, very close.

Tomorrow I will publish another version of this story I hope you follow.